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They just aren't aware that they're love.

Love all for life is short.

All experience is merely privelage with awareness. It's hell with identification.

The unidentifiable is where you are nested with loving embrace.

All pain is talking to you, hear it out. Don't follow it blindly.

Pray for oneness, pray for your rebirth.

Find your truth, find the truth, be true.

Don't cave into violence, resentment and defense of the illusion you believe you are.

Spread your arms and invite warmly all.

Silence dwelling from love is the best response to noise dwelling from pessimism. like instantly calming from an angry stupor upon truly looking at yourself in the mirror is this act.

One love is deep, most of us still dwell upon the surface, but your soul calls for deep and utter love. It's only scary because it's new, everlastingly new. Give routine, protection, resistance, fear to the light you are. These tendancies will dissipate in the face of eternity, and all that will be seen is a smile emitting from your face for no real particular reason at all. 

I love you.

heart is a muscle, as of now all our hearts have been too long inactive with it's choice to love. So long has it been this way we doubt it can be done, start slow if that's your style, or go full throttle. Dip your toe in the pool or cannonball in. The one truth can be interpreted a million different ways, but it can only be known as one, and that way is where all comes to be. That way is where we have been all this time, we just aren't paying attention.